Luyện nghe bài hát YGM

Rough, and raw, nobody saw us
So I smashed through the windows and with it all
Didn't even leave the glass
Put it all in the van and took it to stash
We don't bargain, we darts man
No money, pull honeys at the jam
So give it up this is and Ant's stage
Yours is on the floor your permanent mad face
You hit last place you didn't know you would
And caught a bad case like you never stood
Damn shame just a of track tape
I bet them taste just like an ash tray
You kittens gotta be
All that hyperbole your is probably bitten
at the teeth marks, check the dental records
Go take a second to them exits, bitch
it's time for you to believe it
Clean out desk and turn the keys in
It's day for these half wits
Flappin' lips from the cradle to the casket
You mundane like Sunday
About as much as a wet book of matches
They me where the mic was, I grabbed it
Took the and made the fans feel fantastic
Atmos follow the fear
Don't be talking off my ear while I'm swallowing my
Get the outta here with your act
Same type of cat that likes to talk shit behind your
Stab it, in your face what's happening
The brighter the lights the come, it attracts em'
Nowadays I keep to self so tell your girlfriend to her eyes off of my belt buckle
So fuckin' the tummy rumble
Gotta be more then just another uncle
So get dumb this album
And do it like I don't a damn about the outcome
Slide the trash that's hatin'
Slit the in half and crack the pavement
graffiti on the mainstream application
Was validated enough - we had the masturbatin'
Satan laughs his ass off
We'll all hip hop, we'll all have bad jobs
And even on that assembly line
I'll remember to remind you bout your empty
On lunch I'll battle you for those cupcakes
Do it for the love or just to prove a fuckin' fake
And after I catch a from the receptionist I'm gonna pose like this
I quit, I never have
If you step in the act you better be better then
You can your shit like whatever, dag
But excuse me miss we need to your bag huh
stealin' now give me back my style
How does it feel tryin' to my crowd
Say it loud, it down, take em' out
"give me this, I'm young, gifted and mixed"

That's what I'm talking
Yo Ant
I wanna at some friends
I wanna say what's up to Plain Ole
I wanna say what's up to
Los Notivos, 1, I Self Devine
Hakim, Brother Ali, Kancer, Mole Man
Jimmy 2 Times, Time, BK One
Blueprint, The Chosen Few, my man Real
J-Bird, Peacher, Joe Good
And my little Jordan and Nathan

Yo I didn't forget about you man
Let's get swimming pools!